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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Hide and Seek (08/07/08)

TITLE: Olympics From the Realms of Glory
By Marlene Bonney
08/11/08


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“Ah! What a gorgeous day! It’s enough to make a gal stretch to full height!”

“That’s all you know, Daisy Mae. The weeds have already covered Maisy and they’re creeping our way. I warned them they should have closed up to muffle their perfume.”

“Aw, you’re always such a kill-joy, Poppy! We’ve been concealing ourselves for weeks now without being found. Don’t wor-ry, be hap-py,” she sang.

The field of yellow flowers with big black centers kissed each other while they flirted with the blades of green grass tickling their bodies. Shivering in the cool breeze, the colony of posies tried in vain to hide their bright blossoms, their lovely fragrance giving them away so that the weeds always found them.


A mile to the east of the flower field, on a sandy beach, a lake’s blue-gray shimmering waves splashed over well-washed rocks who were jealous of their cousins a few feet up on the sand, sunbathing in dry contentment.

“Wouldn’t you know it? Sparkle and Petoskey got picked up by that little kid yesterday afternoon and he dropped them up where the waves can’t see them.”

“Yeah, of all the dumb luck. Watch out! Here comes another one! (Glub-glub-glub). I tell you, if they don’t stop smacking us, I’m gon’na dig down in the muck!”

“But, Fossil, dear, then you’ll never get rescued. You better just stick it out. Who knows? That little kid might come back tomor—yikes! (Hack-hack)—row and find us.”


Out west, a storm was brewing, the rain trying its best to catch the wind.

“(Whoosh—zing—ooof!) You’ll never catch us, you big drips! We’re invisible, remember?”

“(Splat! Pitter-patter! Slosh!) We’ve got to try harder, Dewey! They’re around here somewhere. Let’s try behind those trees over there. The leaves are really whipping.”

“All right, let’s go! If we catch them, their force will turn us into a veritable flood.”


Off in the distance, claps of thunder signaled bolts of lightning to their whereabouts, successfully catching the noise in mid-air and hurtling flashes and bangs to all below.

“Wow! It’s about time we won! What a blast! That mountain was a pretty sad hiding place they chose.”

“You can say that again, Blinky! Hey! When we play next time, I’ve got this idea about a way to trick Crack and Clap into looking in the wrong place for us. Listen . . .”


An hour later, the bright sun broke through the puffy clouds, revealing the deep blue sky that had been hiding behind them. In vain, the horizon tried to lift the cloud masks that covered the sun’s descent.

“Hey, Fluff! Get over here and help me. We’ve got to hide the sun again before it penetrates us.”

“Where did it go? I saw it just a minute ago. Hurry, it’s almost dusk!”


And darkness came out of its hideaway to swallow the light and find the silvery stars shimmering in the moonlight.

“I tell you, there’s got to be a way to find where it’s coming from,” Dippy repeated to Brilliant for the hundredth time.

“And, I say it’s got a impenetrable hiding place. Otherwise, we would have found the source by now.”

“Nothing is impossible if you really believe. Don’t forget, ‘Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight’”

“Oh, pa-leeze, stop it already, you dim-wit!”


And the morning and the evening were the zillionth day, and, smiling, God saw all He had made and it was very good.


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Verna Cole Mitchell 08/16/08
I love this piece, beginning to end. Your names for your personifications are perfect, and the imagery is absolutely beautiful. This is really wonderful poetic prose.